Sword Tomb!

Lin Pingzhi had finished practicing the eight swords on the table, broke open the stone platform, and took out the last treasure of Famous Sword Villa - the Glazed Sword!

The whole body is made of colored glaze and is golden yellow. The blade is extremely gorgeous and does not look like anything in the world. Glazed is originally a fragile thing, but this sword is made of colored glaze using incredible means, and its fragile nature is also changed.

, refined into a magic weapon.

From Lin Ping's point of view, among the nine swords in Mingjian Villa, this one is the most magical.

With the sword across his knees, he concentrated in silence and began to practice the last sword!

…

A group of uninvited guests are coming towards Mingjian Villa!

Eight people in silver clothes carried a sedan, soaring over the mountain road. Their silhouettes were like ghosts, and they were astonishingly fast. However, they were walking on flat ground when going up and down the hill, and the sedan didn't even sway.

The skills of these people, no matter which sect they are placed in, can be regarded as the mainstay. But here, they are just porters carrying the sedan chair, which can be seen by the people in the sedan chair.

After a while, the mountain road came to an end, and the location of Mingjian Villa came into view.

The ghostly figure crossed the final distance and stopped steadily in front of the villa.

…

Yi Yun is drinking tea in the courtyard!

He was in a good mood, with a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. News of the battle in Shaolin Temple had spread in the world, and he naturally received the news.

Learn everything from this!

Yi Jifeng showed great authority and momentum in Shaolin, allowing people in the world to see the power of Mingjian Villa again! It won't be long before Mingjian Villa can regain its former momentum.

Mingjian Villa fell into decline under his hands. If he could see Mingjian Villa rise again in this generation, it would be the greatest relief for him.

At this moment, a voice nearly enveloped the entire villa!

"Where is Yi Yun at Mingjian Villa?...An old friend came to visit!"

boom!

The tea cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Yi Yun's hand was still in mid-air, trembling slightly. This voice was so familiar to him that it had become a memory imprinted in his bones and blood. He would never forget it, and he would not dare to forget it.

That terrible person is here again!

"Xiao...Yao...King!"

Each word popped out from his teeth. Yi Yun's eyes moved away, as if he could see through everything in an instant and see that person.

"Someone is coming!"

Yi Yun suddenly shouted loudly.

This sound woke up the servant who looked up at the sky with a puzzled look on his face and immediately ran over from a distance.

"The owner of the village!"

Yi Yun's eyes were blazing and he said quickly: "Go to the Sword Tomb forbidden area immediately and see if Shaoxia Lin has come out of seclusion? Tell him that King Xiaoyao has arrived and Mingjian Villa needs his help."

This person is an old man from the villa, who has served the owner of the villa for decades. He has never seen Yi Yun so nervous. Others always come to Mingjian Villa for help. Why does Mingjian Villa need to ask others for help? Xiaoyao

Who is the king? Even the village owner is cautious about this.

"Yes, I will go and deliver the message immediately."

The servants do not dare to neglect. The enemy is facing us and we must deal with it as quickly as possible.

The servant turned around and ran towards the sword tomb.

Yi Yun sighed and pushed the wheelchair to the door.

"Whether Mingjian Villa can be preserved or not depends on you..."

There was a lingering sound, and Yi Yun's back seemed to be a bit older.

In front of the gate of Mingjian Villa!

The sedan landed! Eight men in silver stood beside each other, silent and motionless, like puppets and machines.

Zhiya.

The door opened, and Yi Yun pushed the wheelchair to the door. His eyes fell firmly on the sedan, and he seemed to see the people in the sedan.

"King Xiaoyao, I haven't seen you for seventeen years, and you're still not dead."

"Ha... You are a cripple and you are still hanging on, how can I, the king, die before you?"

A cold voice came from the sedan!

"Thanks to you, I won't be able to live without seeing you die first." Yi Yun said coldly.

There was no more sound coming from the sedan, and suddenly the door curtain opened naturally, and a figure moved out in the air.

This man had white hair, no beard under his chin, and no hair on his eyebrows. His face was as pale as paper, but his skin was as tender as a baby's, and his eyes were as calm as dead water. He was dressed in linen clothes that reached to his ankles, and his body was thin and tall.

"Yi Yun... I am here just to destroy your Mingjian Villa. I haven't seen you for seventeen years. You might as well show me what you can do."

Yi Yun's heart trembled: "King Xiaoyao...are you going to start making trouble again?"

"Originally, I have no interest in a loser like you, but your Mingjian Villa wants to go against Prime Minister Qin and the Eighth Prince..."

Yi Yun's expression changed: "You actually took refuge in these two traitors..."

King Xiaoyao said: "No one can order me. They and I just cooperate. I eradicate dissidents for them, and they help me unify the martial arts world."

Yi Yun sighed: "I haven't seen you for seventeen years, your ambitions have become even greater!"

While talking!

Within the Famous Sword Villa, a fierce sword energy soared into the sky and spread to every corner of the Villa in an instant.

King Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head and was greatly moved.

"Unexpectedly... there is a master hidden in Mingjian Villa. With such terrifying sword energy, could it be Yi Tianxing, who is known as the most outstanding successor of Mingjian Villa in the past thirty years?"

King Xiaoyao didn't move his eyes, but he was talking to Yi Yun!

"Haha... you will know if you take a look." Yi Yun also felt the sword energy in the village rising to the sky. He knew that Lin Ping's skill was at a higher level, and the tension in his heart gradually disappeared.

"Okay! I'm looking forward to it.".

As soon as King Xiaoyao finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in the village and stood in front of Yi Yun in the blink of an eye.

"I am coming!"

Dressed in green clothes and carrying a sword case with him, the faint sword energy is lingering around him.

"Hey! Aren't you Yi Tianxing?"

King Xiaoyao has never met Yi Tianxing, but he has heard of his reputation. He became famous more than 20 years ago, so it is impossible for him to be so young.

"Lin Pingzhi, I've seen him before."

King Xiaoyao looked at him closely for a while, then suddenly laughed and said: "Okay, I didn't expect that after more than ten years in the martial arts world, such a young talent would appear in the martial arts world. Very good, God has treated me well, and I know that I am lonely.

Over the years, he has cultivated a rival for me."

"Come on, see if you can give me a taste of failure!"

Amid the roaring laughter, the will to fight grew.

Lin Pingzhi said lightly: "I heard that you are so fond of martial arts that you become crazy, but you only want to be defeated. But as far as I know, it is true that you are fond of martial arts, but it is false that you want to be defeated. You can't afford to lose at all. So don't bother me.

You are not worthy of pretending to be a master and being lonely in front of me."

King Xiaoyao looked cold: "I can't afford to lose?"

"Yes, you can't afford to lose. In order to defeat the holy monk, you first let your disciple Ben Lei consume his power, and then you made a sneak attack. Is this what a martial artist should do? You are just a person who wants to win, and

An unscrupulous villain."

"To deal with those who are weaker than you, you pretend to be defeated. To deal with those who are equal to you, or even stronger than you, you use all possible means. Not only do you have no martial ethics, you are not even worthy of discussing martial arts at all."

"You dare to insult me?"

King Xiaoyao's anger stems from his heart. He has been famous in the world for decades, but he has never been pointed at and scolded by others.

A terrifying murderous intention surged throughout his body, overwhelmingly rising!

Lin Pingzhi said without fear: "Come on, I will give you a defeat today."

"Very good, let's go ahead and let you see if I, King Xiaoyao, can only use tricks to defeat the enemy."

Lin Pingzhi smiled coldly and remained motionless, but an extremely sharp edge appeared in front of him. In an instant, eleven ethereal sword shapes took shape right in front of him.

The eleven swords are facing the outside in unison, and the ultimate edge can be felt even from a few feet away.

Lin Pingzhi stretched out his hand and said: "Come!"

King Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly: "Eight Famous Sword Styles? No, no, eleven swords, what kind of kung fu is this?"

"Nonsense, let's talk about it after the fight."

As soon as the words were spoken, the eleven swords flew out in response. At extremely fast speeds, they pierced the void and made a sound of tearing the air.

King Xiaoyao did not dare to neglect, he spread his palms together, and instantly a purple ball enveloped his whole body. This is the protective aura for which he is famous!

Bang bang!

The eleven swords stabbed the ball in an instant, but it immediately fell into a stalemate and was blocked. The ball was like an entity, so hard that it might even be able to withstand water and fire!
Chapter completed!